Stephan Keane ❖ District 09 (fin)

Stephan Keane

Age: 17 years old
Gender: Male
District/Area: District 09
Appearance:

I may not be much

Standing in the shadows of district nine, the brown-haired, blue-eyed teenager watches. He doesn’t know what he watches most of the time, but he likes to spend his time this way. Stephan doesn’t have a godly, nor wimpy physique, standing with an average build at five foot, ten inches tall. Some may call him short, especially the boys, but out of the children he lives with, he’s the tallest. His skin is very pale, appearing to glow in the sunlight because of the contrast. Never noticing freckles or blemishes, he believes he must’ve gotten the nice skin from his mother, who was a prostitute. His face is a slightly awkward oval shape, with a soft jawline and defined chin. Ever since he was fifteen, there have been small, dark hairs growing there and above his lips. Whenever he gets a chance to use one of the rusty, old razors to get them off of his face, he ends up with red marks and gashes.

On his rounded head lies dark brown hair, shaved into a buzz cut. The tips of his hair are frosted with a gentle bronze color, making it shine lighter in the sunlight. With a distinct hairline, his forehead seems higher than it actually is. His face is evenly centered, wit his short, straight nose rounding near the tip neatly. His lips have always been darker than average, and they seem to have a fuchsia coloring to them as the wintertime nears. Out of all his features, his eyes are the most appealing thing to look at. With an icy blue hue, they heavily differ from the paleness of his skin and the darkness of his hair. When the sun goes down in district nine, it’s hard not to notice the way his face seems to reflect against the moonlight.

Personality:

but don't doubt my love

Born and raised as a child with morals, Stephan knows how to treat those around him. Being especially nice to women, he has a nice connection with the females, rather than the males. Though he may appear intimidating at some points, Stephan is such a big sweetheart. His heart is full of love, but that can be both a strength and weakness to him. He often trusts others too much, and then ends up at the bottom of the pyramid in the end. He’s an open box–he doesn’t keep secrets, and he hates when others keep secrets from him. Rarely popular with the male specimen, he doesn’t like things like sports or rough-housing, etc.; he prefers to hang and chat with the ladies. Stephan finds it weird that some boys are jealous of him for his natural ability to talk to girl. Stephan usually just sits there, listens to what the girl has to say, and give true thoughts into a conversation. When someone is upset or needs support, he doesn’t try to play the big hero or be narcissistic–he’s there for them. Stephan has great listening and speaking habits that go hand-in-hand with his respect morals. To him, being the nice guy is normal for him; he can just be himself around girls because he knows they won’t tease him about serious things that sound stupid.

Though, Stephan isn’t perfect – no one is. Stephan is always uneasy and paranoid for some reason. When in class, he always glances around, feeling as if someone is staring at the back of his head with a revenge-filled mind. He sometimes brings himself to a breaking point, and begins to panic within his head. When uncomfortable in a situation, he won’t admit it out loud, but he’s kind of obvious when he’s squirming or biting his lip sore. Also, Stephan has a short temper. He can only handle so much before he backhands someone across the face for aggravating him. He can’t stand stereotypes such as the homosexuals and hanging with women, or that only gangsters wear baggy clothing.

History:

you don't know me at all

Stephan Keane didn’t grow up in an average situation–actually, it was far from normal. From birth, Stephan ‘Steph’ Keane wasn’t wanted or loved. His birth mother was a greedy old bitch who scammed men using her body for money; in other words, she was a prostitute. The second her child was born, she shipped him in a basket to the nearest orphanage, where his new surrogate mother raised him at the orphanage. He had it okay until he turned six, and started attending school. Stephan was raised to believe in equal rights and respect to women, so the older boys teased him for opening the doors for older girls, or playing with the shy ones on the playground. He was often called ‘gay’ or ‘homo,’ but he didn’t really let it bother him because he knew he was doing the right thing. But as he aged, the bullying only got worse. The harmless verbal bullying turned to brutal, bloody beatings. Around the time he was ten or eleven, the fifteen and sixteen year old boys began bringing him to the lavatory at the school, and word pound him to a pulp, leaving him with bruises, wounds, and gaping gashes.

His world was turned upside down when he turned twelve. He was whipped by a peacekeeper for the first time in his life when he refused to enter the reaping. He didn’t want to have to take the blood identification tests, and he didn’t want to die young. In the end, he was forced to enter the reaping with red slash marks across his back and torso area. He wasn’t reaped, but that was the least of his worries. At the age of thirteen, he lost it while in the orphanage, slapped the boys that were calling him names and mocking him, and ran for the borders. He got less than a mile into the forestry area when the peacekeepers caught him, and beat him all the way back to the entrance of district nine. After finding out what was going on with him, they chose to ship him to another orphanage where he wouldn’t be bothered by the same boys. His punishment, though, was no more beating or whippings, but they forced him to work in a rusty factory after school. It wasn’t like he was making textiles or milk like the factories in the other district. In the factory he worked at, he was exposed to poisonous detergents while making scented soap for the capitol.

Currently, Steph continues to work at the factory, but has learned that he could snag a few to wash in the lake nearby the orphanage, and use the small payment he was given to buy small amounts of meat from the black market.

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FC: Yuri Pleskun